Testo Awful

I’m sick of seeing your face everywhere
I’d love to move on, but you’re always there
Tell me, love, what do I do now after you?
I have to reinvent myself someway
And catch myself when I say things you say
Tell me, love, what do I do now after you?

Nothing's sacred, nothing’s holy Nothing feels like when you hold me
Yeah, yeah

I’m taking two steps back there every time
I let you wander around inside my mind
I get off on being awful to myself
I need some help, I need help
I need myself, I need myself
Tell me, love, what do I do now after you?

Nothing's sacred, nothing’s holy
Nothing feels like when you hold me
Yeah, yeah
Nothing's sacred, nothing’s holy
Nothing feels like when you hold me Yeah, yeah

I’m taking two steps back every time